Monday, March 28, 2005
Time flies: six month edition.
So Sadie will be six months old tomorrow, which means that six months ago right now I was waiting patiently for my chicken broth supper and starting to get just the slightest inkling that I should have blown off the nurse who told me not to eat on my way to the hospital and gone and gotten myself that last guilt-free-because-I’m-eating-for-two-here-dammit Big Mac before I showed up for the excrutiatingly slow process of verifying that my body really wasn’t in the mood to have a baby that day. If I had it to do again I would have made somebody at the office check me before they sent me to the hospital, so that I would have known that I was sitting just where I was a week earlier and the pit wouldn’t be coming to the game until the next morning and that the risk of being sick from having eaten was close to zero and the risk of feeling awful from not eating was pretty much 100%. Not that I cared all that much at the time, but everything is easier to face on a full belly, and as it turns out I got to face a lot in the following couple of days, and starting off on the right foot would have been nice.
I never wrote up her birth story, something I don’t think I’d find at all strange if I hadn’t fallen into the habit of hanging around bits of the web where such things are popular, and I don’t suppose I’ll do it now, though enough time has passed that I can look back on the event almost fondly now. There’s a weird stigma about daring to say that you had a lousy birth, and believe me, I still feel guilty about being unhappy with the process given the awesome outcome. I am very, very happy that Sadie and I both made it out healthy. I’m also very, very happy that I can elect a C next time and I’ll never have to go through that again. Fair enough, I figure.
It’s almost impossible to believe that my life didn’t start six months ago. I remember life before Sadie, but in those washed-out-sepia-tones of ancient photographs. It’s damned hard to believe that in only six months she’s gone from that adorable, squalling, red-faced bundle of needs to the bright-eyed babbling little hellion she is now. The girl who couldn’t lift her head is now rolling across the room and sits up for as long as she pleases. The girl who didn’t want to nurse not only nurses like a champ now, but eats a wide variety of food and eagerly. Absolutely amazing.